One day last spring I took a moment to look at the sky. It was a fair-weather day when the air was gentle and pure and, as Clifford Crawley once wrote of... Read more »
Continuing Bonds: Poems for the Grieving Heart In the quiet corners of your heart, where silence softly sleeps,In the hallowed halls of memory, where sorrow gently weeps,There’s a light that never falters,... Read more »